The Pale Mistress

You granted your callous mistress the right to infiltrate our lives. My childhood memories are defiled by her meddlesome intrusion. You became her marionette, her absurd little dancing fool. I watched you; a once proud, mountain of a man, reduced to a lowly pebble.

You gave all you possessed in life to appease her constant hunger. We were merely afforded the scraps she left of your love, attention, and time. I can remember the contempt my mother endured every day for what you deemed an unforgivable sin: She chose to keep fighting for you.

You didn’t just defeat her once, that would have been too merciful. You subdued her inner essence, strangling it into submission. I witnessed my mother dwindle into a thin, crumbling husk while you roamed in blissful freedom, never facing the aftermath.

There was never any real contest, family was expendable. You will never have my forgiveness for choosing her over your blood and blindly following her down that path of destruction. I hope before you left this realm, you realized all you had lost in the name of your pale harlot, depraved goddess, and one love: Cocaine.

This 192 word monologue is for the latest round of the Trifecta writing Challenge. This week they are looking for 33 – 333 word stories/poems that feature the word PATH. You must use the third definition of path as bolded below:
PATH
1: a trodden way
2: a track specially constructed for a particular use
3a : course, route
  b : a way of life, conduct, or thought

Then you just pen something spectacular with that word using that particular meaning, go to the trifecta website and link up. It’s that simple. This is a great prompt and I suggest giving it a go. It’s easy to think of something to do with a path. After all, we’ve all gone down them.